We don't do this, do we?
A flashback to the not so distant past!
Enjoy.
Her eyes were wide open as was her mouth. Both opened in shock as she stared in awe at the sight not two metres from her face. A man's cock was hanging down. Not just his cock but balls, at least that's what she was told hung beneath a penis, in a sack of skin that looked as smooth as her own breasts. Her heart thumped in her chest. Her mouth was dry and her hands felt sweaty as she continued to look, no stare, longingly at the big tube of flesh.
She could feel heat between her legs. Felt her nipples crinkling and become as hard as stones. Her skin was surely blushing a deep red as thoughts of the big cock becoming aroused and somehow finding its way into her hands, her mouth and finally deep inside her pussy. Doing things that she had only dreamed about as she watched the little porn clips and clicked through the photos that she had stored away in her computer's secret, protected directory.
Since the age of thirteen she had had a fascination for cock. Picture after picture had filled her computer disk. It was the only place she could see them. She had no brother or father to spy on and already the little boys she used to play with in the neighbourhood were gone. Moved away with their families as the work in the mining town reduced with the amount of gold being pulled out of the ground. Her Mum never cared about the miners. She was a writer and spent all of her time typing on her own computer and sending off her stories to her publisher and jumping for joy as they were published and cheques got paid into her bank account. It was either that or she went into a funk that sometimes lasted for a week when they were rejected.
She must have been doing alright because the funks were few and far between and the joyful hugs and kisses she gave her daughter more and more frequent. Hence why the girl had her own computer now and didn't have to beg one from school or wait until her mother was sulking in her room to use hers.